Masked Feelings

"Why the mask?" he asked. I kept quiet as he moved his hand to my hair. He untied my hair and let the hair band fall on the ground. "Why are you touching me? Am a whore, right?" I asked as I stared at him, right in the eyes. He stared back at me and didn't answer. Didn't he just call me a whore? He buried his face back in my neck and lightly blow on my face. That felt good. Damn good. When his lips made contact with my skin, i bit my lips to stop a moan. I could feel his hands letting my wrists free. My hands fell on his shoulders. My eyes were closed as I concentrated on the feelings that I was getting. What the hell was he doing to me?

Lechna_Baram · Urban

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Chapter 19: Nice Ride

"I'm sorry you got hurt because of me" Thomas said in his cute little voice. He was staring at my now bandaged foot. We were all in the living room and everyone was chilling. I pulled Thomas on my lap and pinched his cheek while smiling.

"Tommy boy, it's not your fault" I whispered and kissed his cheek. "That's why you should always wear your shoes" I said and he nodded. He laid his head on my shoulder and wrapped his hands around my neck.

"I'm sleepy" I heard him mumble. I wrapped my arms around him and patted his back.

"Sleep sweetheart" I whispered and kissed the side of his head. This little boy was everything that I have and I cherish the most in my life. Everyone was quiet, staring at our exchange with a smile on their faces. Damian was the only exception. He was staring at me with a frown on his face.

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